Bess Atwell – Time Comes in Roses Lyrics
Anyway, you’re seeing stars at night inside the plane
You’d like to light me up but I don’t play
Hey, you say, summer’s on her way
But she doesn’t know it’s the end of the world
And she dances you back to the garden, girl
But time comes in roses, I really love ya
I’m tired of being like my mother
I get excited, I get depressed
I’m never happy with how I’m dressed
Anyway, there’s nothing I won’t tell you or not say
And you like the way you hurt yourself today
With the TV on the back foot up the way
I’m scared of sleeping and I don’t know why
How it dances you into a lonely night
But time comes in roses, I really love ya
I’m tired of being like my mother
I get excited, I get depressed
I’m never happy with how I’m dressed
Five years wasted, I’m still young
But only by a couple months
And then I’m dead for all intents and purposes
And I’ve been slower than I thought
At getting my life off the rocks
Nobody thinks I’m special yet
Nobody thinks I’m special yet
